Hey there my confident friend, isn't freedom funny? We can't help but notice you spend all your time and money passing your panicky laws, pulling people under while happily snapping your jaws. And it makes us wonder why you intrude on the lives of adults consenting, when all your intolerant drives are what need preventing.
Sell out, compromise, hacking each human right down to size. Trespass, intervene, shut your eyes to what you've never seen.
You hold your head high as the grand standard and judge their lives by how they've meandered. Laugh as you lunge down from your high morals, wearing the proud crown of your cold laurels.
Sticking your ignorant nose where it isn't wanted, well, you and your need to impose carry on undaunted. Desperate to sever the stem of your irritation, expending your breath to condemn an entire nation.
Self-help suicide, stuff that society never tried. Dictate what they do, soon it will all fall back onto you.
Strike with the slick twist of a sly viper. Train down your long list like a mad sniper. But when you take aim through the long ages, you'll find your own name in the same pages.
You rage to wage and win the war on people on drugs. Stacking their decks, behaving like a moron. Pulling their plugs for having sex and things they choose to do in private. Break down their doors. What will you find? You never will survive it. Winning the wars, losing your mind.
Raging and waging your wars, acting like a moron, you bang up and break down the doors, as you wage your war on. Pulling the plugs on the things that they do in private, you savor the silence it brings, but you won't survive it. Dutifully dealing the blows from the decks you're stacking, creating your cages for those that you keep attacking.
You rage to wage and win the war on people on drugs. Stacking their decks, behaving like a moron. Pulling their plugs for having sex and things they choose to do in private. Break down their doors. What will you find? You never will survive it. Winning the wars, losing your mind. Done dealing with the decks you're stacking, people will rise. Your life descends, and still you keep attacking. Still, you despise. It never ends.
Hey there my confident friend, isn't freedom funny? We can't help but notice you spend all your time and money passing your panicky laws, pulling people under while happily snapping your jaws. And it makes us wonder why.
credits
from Edit Peptide,
released May 26, 2017
Music: Blake Albinson, Kai Esbensen, Jonathan G. Smith
Lyrics: Kai Esbensen
Blake Albinson: Electric guitar, vocals
Jay Burritt: Electric bass, vocals
Kai Esbensen: Keyboards, vocals
James Flagg: Drums, percussion, vocals
Jonathan G. Smith: Lead vocals, electric guitar
Condensing out from the icy mists of Minneapolis, Minnesota, the first official incarnation of Bubblemath took shape in
1995. But the winds of circumstance were hard on poor, innocent Bubblemath, and the band found itself shaped and re-shaped, again and again, until the current and definitive lineup achieved full realization in October of 1998....more
supported by 32 fans who also own “The Sensual Con”
Argh, this almost wandered down the withlist, but this artfull prog album really can't wait to become one of the lovely Cuneiform weekend specials to be integrated in my collection.
As many have said before: Strong contender for prog album of the year! Carsten Pieper
supported by 11 fans who also own “The Sensual Con”
got recc'd this on youtube and loved it- reminds me a lot of late 60's and early 70's records i used to hear playing out of my parents' stereo on sweltering summer days. OPAL
supported by 10 fans who also own “The Sensual Con”
Mysterious, yet nostalgic, Isolubilia is truly an ode to the romance found in the pursuit of a mystery. Musically rich in turbulence and serenity, majesty and humbleness, this album made me feel both lonely, yet understood as an isolated individual. Perhaps we're all fellow romantics, looking up at the same night sky, trying to wring our own meaning out of the stars. I hope that pursuit never ends. The John
The Dublin trio melds post-rock and jazz, adding electronic touches, for a signature sound that's energetic, spacious, and resonant. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019
supported by 10 fans who also own “The Sensual Con”
The album takes off nicely with David Longdon's "The Strangest Times", but then gets into immediate free fall and deeply underwater for the next few tracks, quite unexpectedly. Fortunately, it recovers with Nick D'Virgilio's "Apollo" (hey, this guy CAN write good music, although he hides this ability most of the time) and the remaining three tracks, one of which is another Longdon masterpiece. So in the end the final impression is somewhat in the positive range. Sven B. Schreiber (sbs)